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Periodicity

My friend declares
Being woman and virgin she
Takes small account of periodicity
And she is right.
Her days are calmly spent
For her sex-function is irrelevant.
But I whose life
Is monthly broke in twain
Must seek some sort of meaning in my pain.
Women, I say,
Are beautiful in change,
Remote, immortal, like the moon they range.
Or call my pain
A skirmish in the whole
Tremendous conflict between body and soul.
Meaning must lie,
Some beauty surely dwell
In the fierce depths and uttermost pits of hell.
Yet still I seek,
Month after month in vain,
Meaning and beauty in recurrent pain.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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When There's A Meaning To A Pain

When there's a meaning to a pain,
It can make a better life.
It will enrich with understanding coming,
To pay attention to a need.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
Bitter lips shut tight.
And if it is mental and not physical...
Correct and get it right.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
There is something to be learned.
Either cross that bridge and forgive,
Or let the 'thing' burn.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
You can not let it ride.
Or let it burn you deep inside.
Correct,
And get it right.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
Bitter lips shut tight.
And if it is mental and not physical...
Correct,
And get it right.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
It can make a better life.
It will enrich with understanding coming,
To pay attention to a need.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
Someone is giving it a need.
And...
Allowing it to offer,
More attention to feed.
And,
More of attention than it needs!

When there's a meaning to a pain...
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Correct,
And get it right.
Don't let it burn inside.

When there's a meaning to a pain...
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain...
Correct,
And get it right.
Don't let it burn inside.
When there's a meaning to a pain.
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain.
Refrain from giving it a name.
When there's a meaning to a pain!

When there's a meaning to a pain,
Correct and get it right!
Either...
Cross that bridge and forgive,
Or let the 'thing' burn.

When there's a meaning to a pain,
That hits.
Feel it and let it go.
Be quick,
Rid it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Come to Pinch Those Comfort Buttons

I've come to pinch those comfort buttons,
Of the ones feeling something will be gained...
If they have pain with complaints to claim.

No one is living here for nothing.
And each day lived is surely not the same.
I'm here to shake up those brains.

There's meaning in the colors of the Sun and Moon.
And meaning of the differences,
Why each of us exist as is.

There's also meaning with the others,
Who we find conflict as if this is a game...
To be played in shame!

I've come to pinch those comfort buttons,
Of the ones feeling something will be gained...
If they have pain with complaints to claim.

There's meaning in the colors of the Sun and Moon.
And meaning of the differences,
Why each of us exist as is.

There's also meaning with the others,
Who we find conflict as if this is a game...
To be played in shame!

No one is living here for nothing.
And each day lived is not the same.
I'm here to shake up those brains.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days of my pain

There were days when my pain came.
It came without knocking but came saying i am just joking.
It's joking or not can't say.
Because it's my pain.I must say.

Pain gives me suffering.It makes me nothing.
Every pain has it's meaning.
The meaning is something I can't sit without it's feelings.

To understand the pain.You must feel it.
Feel from inside not from outside.
Try meditating.Don't make it irritating.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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My Life Is the End of Me

The end of me is near.
Life is telling me so.
Go away your a worhless course.

I no my life has no meaning
Just a lot a pain.
No meaning
JUst pain and more pain.

Waves of depression came.
Beating me with despair.
Letting me crash against rocks.

Soon will be the end of me.
I've lost the flavor.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Joy In Joy

God has created everything in twain
Life - Death
Love - Hate
Joy - Pain

And
Now i crave for the other side
Cuz everything has its joy
Joy has its joy
And
Even pain has its joy
But what everyone looks for
Is the joy of joy
But i seek for the pain
The Sweetness in Pain
Pain in Silence
Silence in Loneliness
Loneliness in Joy
Cuz everything has its Joy!

Joy in joy can only be stong
If after the aeons of pain
A ray of mirth shines

So joy is even incomplete without pain, sorrow etc.
And so i plead to God
Fill my soul with bitterness
Fill my life with Pain
And rest of the quest
I will search my self

poem by Vishal Kumar
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Everything Has Meaning

the floor give meaning to the ceiling
the shore to the sea
the moon to the night sky
the sun to the earth
and man in between and woman
around the arms of man
and the dog amidst them

there is meaning to everything
and to everyone, and the important conclusion is inevitable

there is meaning in you.
decorate this meaning with a smile.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meaning Of Loneliness

Lost in a strange city, no where to turn
Far cry from the streets that I came from
It can get lonely when you're trav'ling hard
But you can even be lonely
Standin' in your own backyard
Nobody knows the existential dread
Of the things that go on inside someone else's head
Whether it be trivial or something that Dante said
But baby, nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No matter how well ya know someone
You can only ever guess
How can you ever really know somebody else?
It takes more than a lifetime
Just to get to know yourself
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
(Instrumental & sax)
I have to say a word about solitude
For the soul it sometimes, they say can be good
And I'm partial to it myself, and well I must confess
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
Well, it's Satra and Camu
Neitche and Hess
If ya dig deep enough you're gonna end
Up in distress
And no one escapes havin' to live life
Under duress
And no one escapes the meaning of loneliness
Well, they say keep it simple
When it gets to be a mess
And fame and fortune
Never brought anyone happiness
I must be lucky, some of my friends think
That I'm really blessed
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no-no-no-no-no
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no, no-ooh body knows the meaning of loneliness
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Pain Is My Friend

pain is my only gain,
pain is my friend,
pain so deep and cold,
i feel at home with the dark pain,

i love pain pain is my friend,
pain will bring back my love,
pain will give me life once again,
pain so deep and cold,
is the only way i can have,
my love and my friend,

pain is the worlds friend,
pain shows us if we do wrong,
pain shows us who we are,
pain is not only in the dark,
but in the light as well,

pain is so deep and cunning,
pain can show me who i am,
pain shows the world who we are,
pain is my only friend,

with out love theres pain,
with out anyone theres pain,
with out the sun with out the moon,
theres pain so as you can see,
pain is with us and always will be,
pain will never leave its a marriage,

its a soul and a part of you,
that will never leave,
pain is my friend and it is your too....

poem by Richard Belis
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You've Given New Meaning Even to Pain

You've given new meaning even to pain:
Pain now comes in colors and hues
And the only pain now worth disdain
Is the pain didn't come from you...

Pain that has another source
Than you; your words and deeds
Is the minor pain than yours, of course
For upon all others, your pain feeds...

If given a choice of which to choose
The choice would be quite clear:
The best pain will craft the deeper bruise-
And that must needs be yours dear...

poem by Patti Masterman
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Falling

As I awake in this hell, same thing different day
My body gets up but my minds far away
I try to function and get myself to motivate
But I cant snap out of this depressing state
Reality quickly grabs at me
The devil tries take another stab at me
I miss normality
Were is it leading
My life has no meaning
So I pray to GOD every single day
I pray and pray every night and day

Hail Mary full of grace
Pray for me I'm a reckless case
In my soul I cant find no hope
Just a gaping whole
Amendable tear
When im sober it hurts more than I can bear
Its like my life is one big mistake,
I never really smile when I do it's fake
I hope I reach heavens gates
Don't want to burn for eternity on the sulphur lakes
It's so seductive to be this cold and corruptive
Ease my pain with the drugs I take
Poisoning my body to escape
My shoulders no longer feel the weight
life feels great but it's fake
So I fall to my knee's and pray to the sky
Asking why I never get a reply
So I get up one last time and try
A life of pain for what and why
So I either find strength and fight and seek the light
Or carry falling into the dark of the night

poem by Nic Hillen
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The Rose

This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.

And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.

We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.

The pain and tears fall on empty shield
for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.

Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.

The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.

Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.

Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.

The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.

And as our mortal bodies die
the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.

The rose was always yours
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always
break in its presence.

The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.

poem by Steven Cooke
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Moral Lesson For Today

if one knows
the reason for pain
one can endure it
for days

for a lifetime
the pain becomes nothing
but a lifestyle

everyday
is an offering
and the pain is taken away

somehow
in understanding the meaning of its source
the reason of its existence

one misses it like a long lost friend
and once when you meet it again
you hug it
you shed tears of Joy
and when it leaves
you want to be with it
you ask that you join it in its lone journey
but you are refused
for pain has its own life too
its own span

then you take pride in this understanding
you feel like you are god
crucified and redeemed
whole and strong.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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MAY' is here again

May is here again
I pray this month does not bring pain
Last month I was thinking of a calling trip
To a country God gives and they sip
Where happiness is called above
Hearts are white like dove
If I go, I may never return again
Because may has brought no pain

To tale of bountiful counts
How many followed last month in tuneless sounds
April had lodged my heart in cramp corner
A peep at the future, May can take me further
Exotic journey, April has call
In May due season my pains will fall
Might of last month I can’t retain
May is here again

poem by Godspower Oshodin
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The Meaning Of Life

Long I have pondered the meaning of my existance
The answers I believe exist deep within a soul
It's in the beauty that lives around us every waking moment
It is lullaby's sweet melody calling us back to slumber

It's the spectacular sunrise of another beautiful day
The smell of fresh meadow flowers opening in mornings dew
It's the smile of a complete stranger as you pass on life's journey
It's the contented laughter of an infant at play

It's that touch of affection from someone held so dear
That look of complete and utter love in their eye's
It's the tears that flow freely from someone in pain
It's all the things we see in life that we think nothing of

The meaning of life is what we choose to make it
The time we take to absorb the very fabric of life around us
The effort we put into making someone's day a little brighter
But mostly it's the love we show when needed by those around us

Embrace the birth of each new day with enthusiasm
Smile at the rising of the sun, feel it warm your very soul
Let those around you know just how much you care
Because the meaning of life, is quite simply... To live it...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Beautiful Woman!

Beautiful like fresh flower,
Beautiful with rainbows in eyes,
Beautiful with shyness and smile,
beautiful woman!

Beautiful are the star like eyes
Deeper than deepest ocean,
Ocean of feelings and love,
Beautiful is that motherly heart!

Beautiful woman thy beauty is thy compassion,
Thy beauty is in patience and knowledge,
Thy beauty lies in flowerless lips with precious smile,

Beautiful woman, most abstract beauty,
Not that beauty felt by eyes
Nor that skin or hair,
Not that grace or style, beautiful woman,
you are the beauty!

Beautiful woman!
thy beauty shines
Moon in star studded sky,
Thy beauty flashes with every turn of your neck to the call of child,
like plant swing with
perfumed flower in the garden

When that beauty of heart beautifully expressed!
Where her beauty lies,
Is it in her body or mind,
Or is it in her heart soft and kind?
Who wants to get stick or bind,
That's why women race fast leaving wondering men behind!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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You Are The Pain (part 2)

You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Of That We Know...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.